stomp flat
dozens of
aluminum
beer cans
crush crush
crush crush
crush crush
your father's
beer cans
so they can be
recycled
for cents
per pound
and this time
the credits
will be greater
than the debts
accrued
and the money
might be
used for food
Few words, the economy enhances the energy and pain.
Beer only came in bottles in Aotearoa in my childhood. Not something we could use in a transaction. Pubs were for men, they closed at 6pm. It was called " the six o'clock swill" and drunks were thrown out on to the pavement, often unconcious.
But we could get 3 cents for every soft drink bottle we returned. We looked everywhere. Gathered up a heap and cashed them in.
Then, I'm ashamed to say, we would wait a day or two before we snuck out at night with a duffel bag each and stole them from the back of the shop.
To be resold in dribs and drabs to another shop. The shame at ripping off the shop keepers, who were always kind to us.
How to Save the World
Beautiful sad piece here, Sherman.
Few words, the economy enhances the energy and pain.
Beer only came in bottles in Aotearoa in my childhood. Not something we could use in a transaction. Pubs were for men, they closed at 6pm. It was called " the six o'clock swill" and drunks were thrown out on to the pavement, often unconcious.
But we could get 3 cents for every soft drink bottle we returned. We looked everywhere. Gathered up a heap and cashed them in.
Then, I'm ashamed to say, we would wait a day or two before we snuck out at night with a duffel bag each and stole them from the back of the shop.
To be resold in dribs and drabs to another shop. The shame at ripping off the shop keepers, who were always kind to us.
I hope Leonard is granted clemency, for a crime he did not commit...